I've been a good girl. And I hate being so...
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Him...I called Best Friends
I love this guy even though I should hate him for being so mean to me and used me at times. I love him for his effort of being him self and not pretend of what he was thinking and doing. He's my enemy and my friend.
He's been there when no one understands me. He help me in times even though he himself got a problem of his own. We do stupid things together and laugh about it.
We both are a black sheep of the family. We meet in unexpected situation of my life.